Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction and probably not the best(I am a young writer), but enjoy anyways.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or anything else that is associated with Psych. I thank USA for showing and Steve Franks for creating Psych.
"What are you doing, Shawn?" Gus asked as he walked in the door.
Gus stood there with an angry look on his face, making me almost laugh. I mean, Gus's angry face is kind of funny. I was sitting in the Psych office, my feet up on his desk; I consider it partially my desk, holding back a grin. Gus looked down at his desk and back to me. I looked where he did and saw the box of still-warm fries quarto quesos dos fritos.
"What?" I said picking up another one of the fries, "It's not like this is the last one."
I spoke to soon. Gus walked over, grabbed the box, and looked inside. It was empty except for the paper. I grinned innocently.
"I had gotten those for both of us, Shawn," Gus said as he threw the box in the trash.
"Well, my stomach thanks you for the generous donation of cheesy goodness," I took my feet off his desk and stood up.
"I leave for one minuteā¦"
"Twenty-one," It felt good to correct Gus for once, even on a small thing. I started to grin.
"I was on a business call! I didn't have a choice." Gus was getting more irritated.
"You could have not gone and got fired. Then you would have more time for Psych. That reminds me," I started, not allowing Gus to comeback with a reply, "Chief Vick had another case for us."
Gus's mood didn't lighten.
"Come on man. We have another case. We haven't had a case for a week," I paused. "Will you go if I get you more fries," I pleaded with him, trying to get him just come. Gus would not let this go if he knew I said 'pleaded', 'compromise' is a little better word.
"Okay, but I'm driving," Gus said heading for the door.
"Gus," I called walking over to him, "I need to borrow some money."
Gus just stared at me and walked out the office door. I followed and we both got in the blueberry and drove to the station.
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The car ride to the station was mind-numbing. Gus lectured me the whole ride about eating other's food. He even brought up the incident when I ate Bianca's papperdelle. That happened, like, 6 years ago. The papperdelle was very good. I wonder if she would make me some if I asked her.
We arrived at the station and I stopped by Juliet's desk.
"Jules," I greeted her.
"Shawn, I'm sorry, but I don't have time to talk. Lassiter and I have a bunch of cases to do and we have to be across town to talk to a suspect in," Juliet looks at the clock, "In 20 minutes."
"O'Hara, let's go!" Detective Lassiter called from across the department.
Juliet looked through some more files and papers on her desk, and then rushed off with Lassie.
I found Gus and we maneuvered our way to Chief Vick's office. I strode into the door, "Chief Vick."
"I would like it if you would knock, Mr. Spencer," Vick said not even looking up from her paperwork.
I turned around with a sigh and stepped out the door, letting it shut behind me. I made a turn back towards the door and knocked, loudly, then re-entered. This time Chief Vick looked up, "Mr. Guster, you can come in."
I looked through the wooden blinds and saw Gus watching me. He walked in slowly, "You called about a case, Chief?"
"Yes I did. A man found someone shot in the head lying in a forest about 20 miles from here. He was found among tree roots. He was shot with a 9mm," Vick got up to hand us pictures from the scene.
One picture showed the dead guy lying in among the roots. He had a red-brown polo shirt and jeans on. He had short brown hair and was about 5 foot 10. There was blood on his shirt tracing back to the bullet wound in his head.
Another picture was after the body was gone. There were drag marks in the dirt, but nothing else was out of place. Nothing left on the ground, but as I looked closer, I saw odd markings on the corner of the picture. I felt the picture just to make sure that it was not the photo.
"Gus, we need to visit that place," I whispered to Gus.
Gus and I reviewed the other picture, none as useful as the first two. They were just more pictures of the forest, only disturbed by the dead body.
I raised my hand to my temple psychic-like, "I believe that this man did in fact not die here."
"We know that Mr. Spencer. We have not found out who he is yet, but the coroner will have it for us soon. Lassiter and O'Hara are looking for more leads. I would like it if you two take a look at the crime scene. Mr. Spencer, if you find anything, let me know." Vick said giving us directions to the forest.
"We would be more than happy to, Chief."
Gus and I walked out of the station and jumped back into the blue fruit.
"What did you see in the picture that was so interesting?" Gus asked.
"At the corner of the second picture, there were strange markings. The picture didn't get ruined. I think it was tire tracks," I explained.
Gus drove to the forest at the edge of the 166. This place was vaguely familiar, but I didn't know how. It gave me a haunted, cautious feeling. I have learned to listen to these feelings.
We drove to the place the Chief told us. It was a thick forest, untouched by humans. Once we got there, I figured out where I had seen this place before. Right across the street from where Gus parked was an old, run down gas station with a wrench wind chime blowing in the wind.
Author's Note: So, how'd you like it? I am sorry for the short chapters. It takes me a long time to write, revise, and re-right, even if they are short. I will try to make longer chapters. Some people might be able to figure out some connections about the murder, but I hope it is not too easy. Hopefully I will update in a week or two. Comments and constructive criticism is always welcome.
I will post any spoilers for any episodes at the beginning.
